#(hunter.)

Yeah, I've got a bad case of LL-itis these days 🥹🤭🫣

〝    yeah,   i'm   not   doing   that.   can't   you   go   with   one   of   those   assholes   you're   always   hanging   around   with?   besides,   i   don't   own   a   tux   and   there's   no   way   your   dad   would   appreciate   me   rockin'   up   in   jeans   and   a   hoodie. 〞

'   what   ,   i   can't   sleep   with   other   people   now   because   you   asked   me   to   take   your   friend   on   a   date   ?   i   don't   even   like   her   ,   i   literally   only   did   it   because   you   asked   me   to   .   '

someone named hunting knife chasing you would be fucked up tbf

'    i    didn't    tell    you    because    it    wasn't    important    .    what    was    i    supposed    to    say    ,    oh    by    the    way    my    ex    girlfriend    is    my    co    worker    ?    bringing    it    up    randomly    would    seem    weird    and    suspicious    ,    would    it    not    ?    '

...So many of you have crossed paths with elder dragons in the old Wolf's dead and young one's gone south to play the maracas I go  Chic-chic-ky-boom  Chic-chic-ky-boom  YES sir, I'm Cuban Pete  I'm the King of my own free will. As I thought. Until next time, Hunter.

the footsteps broke her out of her thoughts, looking up to see an expression that mirrored her own. he’d been exposed just like she had and hated that hunter was dragged into these games and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. she wasn’t going to bring it up, not unless hunter brought it up himself but the least she could do was offer him her hand, motioning for the man to come closer. “please tell me you want to smoke just as badly as i do? i might not be able to take no for an answer.” she told him softly, a small smile appearing on her lips. “i can’t stay in here anymore.”